Rolph knew who it was anyway. He didn’t have many visitors, and only one ever knocked.
He opened the door and was greeted by a lithesome young blonde in a short plaid skirt
and white oxford shirt.
“Surprise!” she said, striking a pose.
“You do not look like a college student,” Rolph assured her. “You look like a porn
star pretending to be a Catholic schoolgirl. An aging porn star, at that.”
“You say the sweetest things.” Hilda stepped past him, giving him a peck on the cheek
as she did so. “But don’t think all your sweet talk is going to get you into my panties.”
“Don’t worry.”
“You sly devil.”
Rolph rolled his eyes. “Hilda. I’m a vampire. I’m functionally impotent. Why on
earth would I want to get in your panties?” he asked, adding with more than a little
cruelty, “Unless I had a very large truck I needed to park.”
“Very large truck?” She seemed shocked, but then an evil grin spread across her
face. “You sly, euphemistic devil!” She groped at his crotch, but he hopped out of the
way. “How large is very large? Bring all that horsepower right over here.”
“Dear God,” Rolph groaned in exasperation.
“Funny. That’s what they always say. Dear God. Dear God. Dear God!”